More Than My Own Life (Twilight Fanfiction)

You're Family

I hurried down the steps, sure that I had taken more than 10 minutes. I paused just outside of the main office, looking around to make sure that I was alone. Satisfied that I was, I pulled up m skirt and shoved the paper towels into the back of my underwear and leggings. Hopefully that would stop the blood from leaking through my clothes. Then, I took a deep breath as I tried to prepare myself to see the monsters again.

I knocked on the office door, wondering if I was supposed to just walk in. I gulped as I waited, almost hoping that nobody would open the door. My conversation with Kaylee had already thrown me off of my guard, and I felt like I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Unfortunately, the door did open. It was Dr. Cullen, and he quickly backed out of the way, trying to appear nonthreatening. I gazed at him warily as I stepped into the office. This time, it was only Edward, Bella, and Esme inside rather than the entire family. I was relieved, until the door closed and Bella, Edward and Esme snapped their heads in my direction.

I glanced over at Carlisle, as if he would have an explanation for his family's odd behavior. He sniffed the area, and I did too, wondering if there was a bad smell in the room. Maybe it was me. I had walked through the forest for quite awhile. But I didn't smell anything, even when I discreetly sniffed my arm. 

"Renesmee... are you injured?" I stared at him. There was no way for him to know that. The main office was way down the hallway, and he couldn't have possibly heard me. "Um...injured?' My reply was barely louder than a whisper. Carlisle nodded, keeping his concerned eyes on me. "Yes, injured. Are you bleeding somewhere?" I reached behind me and touched the back of my skirt, trying to feel if I had bled through it. Carlisle's sharp eyes caught the movement, and he quickly asked "Have your wounds reopened? We didn't get the chance to change the bandage on your legs this morning." 

I glanced over at Miss Michelle. She looked ready to lunge across her desk and kill me. I couldn't tell them what she had done to me. At least...not right now. Not with her sitting there listening. Edward's eyes flashed over to Miss Michelle, and I watched in astonishment as he glared at her so fiercely that she shrank back in her chair. I had never seen Miss Michelle look intimidated before. I couldn't help but feel a little bit smug. Usually she was the one doing the intimidating. It was nice to see her get a taste of her own medicine.

Realizing I needed to respond to Carlisle, I shook my head and forced a smile. "Nope. No blood. I'm fine." He pursed his lips, and didn't look convinced, but he let it go. There was a loud cracking sound, and I looked over to see Edward holding the arm of his chair. He had completely ripped it off. I would have been shocked if I didn't already know that there were monsters. Super strength made sense, especially since I had come to the conclusion that they were demons. Edward didn't even seem to notice what he had done, and he continued to glare. But Miss Michelle stared at the piece of wood in Edward's hand uncomprehendingly. Esme jumped in, nervously chuckling "Oh my, these chairs must be quite old. They're falling apart! Not to worry, we'll pay for repairs."

Miss Michelle nodded, and cleared her throat. Edward suddenly spoke, louder than necessary. "Can we move this along?" Bella placed a hand on his arm, but he kept talking. "We need to get Nessie home." Miss Michelle nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. Seeing as you've already adopted Renesmee, you don't need to fill out any paper work. Though you may want to report to the police that you have a minor who is a flight risk. That way if she makes any more... childish decisions, they can be on the look out for her."

Edward and Bella looked ready to object, but Carlisle put his hand up, silencing them. Edward glowered and Bella clenched her fists. Carlisle thanked Miss Michelle for the suggestion, but told her that it wouldn't be necessary. "Yes" said Bella, seeming unable to stay out of the conversation. "And my biological father is the Chief of police, so I assure you, the police are already looking out for Renesmee. We take care of our own." Miss Michelle nodded awkwardly. Then she turned to stare at me. "And Renesmee, I'm sure I don't need to remind you of how to act? I'm sure you're aware that there are consequences" she paused, smirking at me as she continued "for your actions." I nodded quickly. She had spanked me in front of them before, and she would likely do it again. But with how sore I already was, it would hurt much worse this time.